A Maiden's Beauty

By Cait Perez

Sheena believes her hopes for becoming a bride are dashed when she awakens from a month of healing from being burned on her face and chest. She decides to dedicate herself to the church.

Keith McCormick is not looking for a wife. He has two brothers who he can count on to be his heirs. Accepting an invitation by another nobleman to be escort on a trip to King James’ court, he meets a woman he cannot get out of his mind.

A spiteful sister does all she can to remove the threat that her youngest, plain sister poses in her own desire to be wed. Ugly and dangerous rumors begin to fly through the court and become a source of much trouble.

Keith, his family and that of the woman he had fallen in love with, find they need to run in order to protect her. Will he be able to eliminate the threat so he can wed her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Byron Rider
• Release date: May 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311596673

Cait Perez

About Cait Perez. That is a big story. Born in the 1960's, she was taught to be a housewife and mother. She was creative most of her childhood, although her talents lay in visual art, painting, coloring, and drawing. By the time she was a teenager she read everything she could get her hands on. She also found out she was quite the convincing storyteller. Writing has never been a problem for Cait. She was quite good at putting words together on paper. She loves different styles of writing, from adventure, to academic, to fantasy and historic. Using her vast tastes she decided one day "What the heck?" and wrote a book. From there another and another. Currently she has completed many books and has been told she is prolific if nothing else. Her life is full of change and diversity,too. As a shy and understated child, she kept to herself and was only pulled out of corners by others who wished to spend time with her. Low self-eseem made her think very low of her own value, but it seemed that other children and adults saw something in her that she didn't see in herself. No matter her own low self-image, Cait understands how intelligent and capable she is. She is kind of an oxymoron in that way, bu it's alright--it works for her. She enjoys history so much that her genre is Historic fiction adventure with a bit of love and romance. She tries to use historically correct landmarks and names as much as is possible, but of course with the literaray license she can use. Scotland is her love. She has never been, but one day will go, only because she's never been. The Highlands, with the rough mountains and rougher people,compels her. Writing books is now something she does a lot. She gets up and writes. Comes home from work and writes. She takes most of her time reading for ideas and then writing. Her hope is that you will enjoy what she writes. After all, Cait is a giver, above all things.

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Copyright 2015 Byron Rider

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Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to all those who have given me a chance and read what I’ve been writing. Without folks to read my words, then they will fall upon deaf ears. Each of you is valuable to me and I thank you.

Disclaimer

The locations, movies, products, and such, are mostly all real. I looked up much of these using internet search engine, Google. The active story characters, however, are not. If I accidentally managed to make any one of my characters seem like you, it was not intentional, and I hope they are the good guys.

Other Titles by Kathryn Perez

The MacRae Series

The Silver Eyed Warrior

Amber Flame

Highland Beginning

Independent Titles

Taming the Free Spirit

A Simple Thank You

Fourth Time a Charm

Acknowledgements

First, I would like to thank anyone who has given me a chance to share my words with them. I love to write and hope that my stories resonate in the minds of my readers.

Second, I would like to thank my relatives. Those who supported me have been invaluable. Those who chose to turn their backs on me? Without you I would never have been able to say Watch me.

Third, I would like to thank anyone and everyone else. I have learned a lot through reading the works of others, have learned through my experiences in day-to-day live. I appreciate the love you taught me and I hope I have brought it to life in the pages of my story.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Other Titles by Cait Perez

Dedication

Disclaimer

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Epilogue

To my Readers

About the Author

Prologue

A flaming arrow flew over the northern edge of the curtain wall. No one noticed it as the main attack was coming from the east. There was shouting and clashing swords. Everyone was running from the gates into the keep and other outlying buildings.

Run, Sheena! Get the buckets! the young maiden heard.

Cressida? Is that ye? she called out as she ran to the well to fetch water. Where are ye? Sheena asked.

Near the blacksmith, ye fobbing minnow! Cannae ye see the fire? Cressida called out.

Sheena bit her words back and ran toward the blacksmith’s cottage with the water.

Oh! Ye took so long! Now look what ye’ve done! Cressida cried out to her younger sister.

I cannae be in all places, ye ken? Sheena tried to defend herself.

Ye are always too late for everything! Everild cried after her. The blacksmith willnae be able to shoe me horse on the ‘morrow if the building burns! she scolded Sheena.

Well, lasses, if that ‘tis all ye are fretting o’er then all will be well, indeed. Origen Baird, Sheena’s eldest brother said as he rested his palm softly on Sheena’s shoulder. I dinnae see ye two with buckets, and yet ye kenned of the fire afore our wee sister, aye? he scolded his other sisters.

Everild seemed to have some skill at being demure, and she looked ashamed, although only in her behavior, not in her expression. The whelp shouldnae take so long to do anything. Origen, ye ken she is always late.

Origen stepped away from the burning cottage, pulling Sheena with him, ignoring his sister’s insults. Dinnae ye fash, lovely. Ye arenae the problem this day. He told Sheena.

Sheena opened her mouth to defend her perpetual lateness, but Origen interrupted her.

I ken ‘tis the fault of those women that ye are always late. I ken they ne’er tell ye when to be where ye are to be. He smiled at the obviously thankful eldest brother and heir to the Baird holdings.

Origen, I truly thank ye for coming to me aid. Dinnae ye have things of more import to attend? We are, after all, under attack.

Aye, we are, but so were ye. Stay close to me, wee sister. I will protect ye and Baird castle. He nodded as he darted ahead. Do yer best to stay near. He called behind him.

Sheena stopped her forward motion. She did not wish to be in the way or be a distraction while her father, brothers, and soldiers fought off the attacking clan. She began to rush through the castle grounds, looking for injured men or women that she could help.

Help! Help! she heard from another building that was now caught on fire.

I am coming! she called out as she ran toward the burning hut. She cried into the small cottage Come. Can ye hear me voice? Come to it! she said, but did not hear anyone return her plea. She stood for a minute, watching the fire coursing across the roof. She studied it and tried to decide if it would be safe to enter. Instead of thinking about it, however, she pulled the door open and a flash of flame poured out of the door, catching her hair on fire.

Sheena pulled back and screamed, batting at the flames that were melting her hair and scorching her skin. Her gown began to smolder from the flames licking the fabric from her hair. Help me! she screamed out but no one heard her. Help me. She sobbed as she fell to the ground in the bailey. The fire was put out by falling into the dirt, but the damage was done. Sheena’s pretty face and part of her upper torso were severely burned on her left side.

Everild walked slowly from behind the burning building. She had a smirk on her face. She had done what she set out to do, jealous of their older brother’s attention and protection toward her younger sister, she started a fire and drew Sheena near. She turned and walked away from Sheena, not even trying to help.

Chapter 1

Two months later.

Sheena stood in front of the mirror in her room. She was brushing her hair and trying to find a style that would cover the left side of her face. She was sad that she was scarred so badly. No one would ever wish to wed her, as she was so badly deformed and disfigured.

Her sisters did not let her forget it, either. Her eldest sister, Everild and her second sister, Cressida were so very beautiful with their blonde curls and sparkling blue eyes. They looked very much like their mother, Elaine.

Sheena had taken her coloring and appearance from her father, Timur. His brown hair and eyes were unremarkable. She was a very small girl with no truly feminine curves even though she was considered a woman at ten and five years old. Her olive skin was not fair like her sisters’ pearly complexions.

Sheena. Dearling, are ye coming down? Origen, her eldest brother, asked through her closed door.

Aye, brother. I will be there soon. She said as she turned back to the mirror. She picked up a light yellow, sheer, scarf and draped it over her face, held in place on top of her head by a small gold circlet. She pulled and manipulated the scarf so that she did not need to move it to eat, but so it hid the hideous scar on her left lower cheek.

Her clothing was modest, with long sleeves and a high neckline to hide the scars that marked her shoulder and part of her chest. She was overly cognizant of the discolored skin, and the damage that would never go away.

Origen knocked on her door. Sheena squeaked and jumped with surprise. Origen asked Are ye decent?

Aye, come in. she said and turned toward him.

Lass, ye dinnae needs cover yer face in shame. I ken, as do all of us, that ye wouldnae be burned if ye hadnae tried to help others during the attack. The fire burned ye as ye tried to save others. We truly believe ye are still as bonny as e’er.

Nae all think me bonny. She whispered then changed the subject. But there werenae people in the cottage. Ye said so yerself.

Aye, but ye heard someone shouting for help. Mayhap they got out through the back of the cottage, or a window. Ye should be proud of what ye tried to do, nae ashamed.

Sheena lifted her left hand and touched the scar on her cheek. I suspicion ye are right, but all stare at me. I mean, they always did stare, I amnae a beauty like our sisters, but now everyone stares as though they feel pity for me. Then Everild and Cressida are always reminding me how hideous I look. She turned away and brushed the tears from her eyes.

Ye are a bonny lass. Anyone who says different isnae looking at ye. Sheena, love, ye are much more than what ye see in the mirror. Ye have a kind soul and a beautiful heart. I do suspicion a true mon would be able to see beyond the wee scar on yer face to the truth. He kissed her on the forehead and offered her his arm.

Come, we needs eat. Without ye the food willnae be served.

Sheena took his arm and nodded, keeping the scarf covering her left cheek.

The pair entered the great hall. Ah, there ye are, me daughter! her father, Lord Timur Baird said as they walked through the door. He frowned when he saw Sheena was wearing a veil over her face.

Everild leaned over to Cressida. There she is. The little princess, late again. She hissed to yer younger sister.

Cressida sneered and nodded.

Whatcher whispering over there? Irvine, the youngest of five and second to the lord’s seat asked his sisters.

Oh, naught. We were just sharing some thoughts. Cressida said.

Irvine looked at the two sisters suspiciously but then shrugged. What could he truly do? He was only ten and four and not a threat to his sisters. He felt it best to stay out of their way.

Sheena smiled shyly at her family as she was escorted to the seat of honor. Sheena, love, today is a grand day for ye.

Oh? She asked her mother, who had spoken to her.

Aye. Today ye leave for St. Christus to begin yer journey to God.

How joyful! Everild said. Ye will make a verra fine nun, Sheena. She said.

Cressida nodded. Aye. Ye willnae needs worry about God shaming ye over yer face or yer body. He has many other women to help him see beauty.

Origen shot the sisters a glare and they stopped talking immediately. Elaine and Timur were busy speaking to Sheena and did not truly hear the spiteful tone of their other two daughters.

Everild, when did yer betrothed say he would be arriving? Sheena asked.

Everild choked on the cider she had just put to her mouth. She did not have a betrothed, and at a score and one years old she was considered nearly an old maid. None had offered for her hand.

Nay, sweet Sheena. Ye ken that I am waiting for the right mon. she said, overly kind as she sneered behind her cup.

Sheena nodded to Origen as he grinned at her. Careful lass, she has talons, nae just claws. He whispered to her.

The siblings stopped speaking to each other for the most part then Sheena spoke up.

Maman, Papa, who is to take me to the abbey?

We are expecting another lord to arrive this morn’, then we will ride out together. We have business in Edinburgh and ‘tis on the way. Once Lord McCormick gets here we will leave. Are ye packed? Timur asked.

Aye, Papa. I amnae taking anything, am I? I thought the abbey would provide me with what I needs.

Och, aye. ‘Tis truth. Howbeit, if ye wish to write, I suspicion ye should being yer parchment and quills. They are expensive, and I suspicion the abbess willnae have such for ye.

I will, Maman. She nodded. Once they finished breaking their fast Sheena returned to her room, Irvine, her youngest brother, following.

Sheena, ye cannae leave me! If ye go, then Everild and Cressida will be even more horrible! Yer kind heart and sharp mind are all that keep those two women under control! he cried.

Sheena turned to her younger brother and reached up to hug his neck. Even though she was a year his senior, he had recently grown over a foot in height to tower over her like the rest of the family. Dinnae fash, Irvine. Ye can always write me and I will tell ye what to say to stop their endless remarks. She kissed him on the cheek and then moved into her room.

I still dinnae ken why ye put that thing o’er yer face, Sheena. Ye are bonny and we love ye. ‘Tis naught but pride ye should be feeling for trying to save the lives of others.

Aye, but I wasnae helping anyone. There was naught to save. She said again.

‘Tis been two months, me sweet sister. Ye ken that ye are healed. The scar will fade. God doesnae care about that wee mark on yer cheek and neither do we. He said as he brushed the back of his fingertips across the scarf that hid most of her scar.

Sheena nodded and left her chamber with her younger brother. Come, Irvine. Let us take one more walk in the garden. The ducks are there, and waiting for their bread this day.

Irvine pulled something from his pocket, showing some crumbling hard bread from the table. Ye are prepared, even! Sheena said and hugged her brother again. Let’s go!

They raced from her chamber, down the stairs and across the corridor that ran from the steps, past the great hall, to the entryway for the keep. They jumped from the top of the steps down to the ground, clearing six stairs on their descent. They ran around the corner of the keep to the right and stopped at the edge of the garden, out of breath.

As they laughed and tried to regain their composure they walked into the garden and toward the duck pond that was set in the center, near hyacinth and oleander blooms.

I love this part of the garden! she exclaimed as she sat on a bench near the water’s edge.

Quack, quack. Irvine called to the ducks that were also taking a walk through the garden. He tossed a small bit of bread onto the surface of the pond and two ducks padded over, jumped into the water and swam toward the tasty treat.

Irvine added another bit of bread for the second duck.

Sheena clapped and giggled as the ducks battled for the bread. They stuck their heads in the water, their tiny duck tails sticking upright and wiggling. ‘Tis such fun to watch them do that. I will miss these ducklings when I leave. She said.

…and I will miss ye, Sheena. Irvine said, a tear threatening to form in his eye.

Sheena pouted but would not let her brother see. It will be well, Irvine. Mayhap ye should join the monks? she teased which prompted Irvine to poke her under the arm and make her laugh.

They finished feeding the ducks and sat watching them for a while, enjoying the breeze and the scents coming from the flowers.

As they sat there in companionable silence they saw a shadow overcome them. Irvine blocked the sun’s rays with his hand and looked up into the scowling face of his older sisters. "What do ye want?" he asked.

Manners, little brother. Ye ken once ugly Sheena is gone we willnae have naught to speak on except for ye. Cressida said.

Sheena isnae near as ugly as yer heart, sister. I willnae have ye speaking of her as such. One day I will be important and ye will regret how ye treated us. Irvine said.

Everild tossed her head back and laughed. Och, ye are a silly thing. Ye will ne’er be of more import than I, little brother. Ye will always be the heir who doesnae have lands. Everild said, and Irvine’s cheeks turned very red. Papa would do well to foster ye out to another clan that needs a strong young mon without a future.

Go on now. Why do ye have to be so cruel? What did Irvine, or I, for that matter, e’er do to ye to make ye hate us so? Sheena said in defense of her younger brother.

Och, ye havenae done a thing, little sister. The words ran from Cressida’s tongue like thick honey. ‘Tis just that ye are. Origen, Everild and I all are bonny with our golden locks and our bright blue eyes. Ye and Irvine are naught but mud. She laughed as she stepped beside the two.

Everild had picked up a large stone and as they took several steps beyond the pond she tossed it back. The stone landed in the water with a thud, creating a large splash that scared the ducks and soaked Sheena’s skirt.

Come on, Cressida, we have things of greater import to be doing than wasting our time on the Baird waifs. Everild said. They hooked their arms together and walked away, tittering and giggling.

Ooh, if I was just as bonny as them, or older, or more clever, or just nae me! Sheena seethed as Irvine and she walked back toward the keep.

Sheena, dinnae let those two bother ye. Ye are going to be on God’s better side verra soon. Irvine said, holding her arm and trying to calm her.

Aye, I suspicion ye are right, Irvine. She said, took a deep breath and smiled, yet her eyes held sadness. Sheena was only choosing a life at the abbey because she felt none would wish to wed her with the scars that riddled her body.

Sheena and Irvine spent the rest of the early morning together, walking and staying as far from their sisters as they could. On occasion they would see the two women giggling and talking behind their hands. Sheena and Irvine walked past the newly constructed tanner’s cottage; the one that Sheena had run to and was then burned. She shuddered as she set her hand on the door frame.

Ye ken ye did what ye thought was right, sister. There isnae a kinder, more gentle spirit than ye. God will be thanking us in Heaven for loaning ye to Him. He said.

Sheena smiled sadly and raised her left hand to her cheek.

At that moment the guard at the gatehouse was shouting across the baily. Riders approach!

Sheena looked to Irvine. They both had the same idea. They would run to the gate and welcome their visitors.

Four men rode quickly through the gate. They all wore red and green plaid. Sheena was excited; she knew that it was very close to the time she would be able to leave for her new life as a nun.

I wonder where they come from? she asked Irvine. They look so…barbaric! was the best word she could find. Mayhap they would foster ye, Irvine. They look to be strong and fine men.

The men who rode through the gate looked straight ahead toward the keep, except for one man. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes that captivated and caught the soul if he looked at ye hard enough. This man looked down at the siblings. He showed power that came from being in control. Sheena shuddered under the force of the man’s stare.

Did ye see them? Irvine asked in awe.

Hmm? Sheena asked. She was watching the man with the auburn hair and the stern look as the four men rode through the gate and toward the keep.

Hurry, Irvine. Let’s go and see who they are! Sheena said as she started running toward the keep, Irvine right behind her in pursuit. I suspicion they are our other escorts to the abbey! I wonder if they are as fierce as they look?" Sheena asked.

I suspicion they are, sister. Irvine answered as they continued to run.

Keith McCormick rode through the gate with Muir and Shaw, his brothers, and the McCormick first, Theo McCrory. They were to escort Lord Baird, the Baird heir and young Sheena Baird to St. Christus and then return and stop in Edinburgh. Keith was not looking forward to the trip, he knew that the king was expecting a report on whether he had found a suitable bride.

Ahh, Lord McCormick. Welcome to our humble castle. Timur said as he stepped from within the keep with his pretty bride on his arm. His two eldest daughters were directly behind their parents.

Did ye see the arms on that mon? Everild said of Keith McCormick.

Cressida whispered back Aye, but look at the bonny eyes on that mon behind him! speaking of Keith’s elder younger brother, Muir.

Keith heard what Everild said, but none heard Cressida, the voices were beginning to carry with so many trying to speak at once. Keith looked over Everild, and noted that she was a very bonny young woman. Her golden hair was combed into a shine and her blue eyes sparkled with life. He thought he could just offer for her hand right away and avoid travel to Edinburgh and the king’s scrutiny.

He did not speak, however, as he wanted to know more about the woman before he asked for a betrothal. He was a hard man and expected obedience in his life, from his brothers, his charges and he would expect nothing less in a bride.

Lord Baird. Keith nodded after he dismounted and handed his reins to a stable boy who had run forward.

Come in, come in. Timur invited the four men into the keep but noted that only Keith stepped forward, the others stood fast.

I dinnae expect ye to stand outside. Ye must come in and refresh yerselves. How many days did ye ride? Timur asked Lord McCormick.

It took us four days of riding, M’ Lord. Keith bowed to Lord Baird.

Please, call me Timur. We will be riding the next six days and we should use more familiar names. Otherwise, all we’ll hear is M’ Lord this, and M’ Lord that. T’will get maun confusing! he laughed and his wife smiled at his joke. Keith cocked his eyebrow, and his eyes sparkled but his smile did not reach his mouth.

Just as they reached the top of the stairs Irvine and Sheena were behind them. Papa, are these the men who will be taking us to St. Christus? Sheena asked.

Something about the ring in her voice caught the attention of two of the McCormick men. Shaw stopped and turned toward the sound, smiling at the small girl standing at the foot of the steps. It was Keith McCormick, however, who had caught the attention of the small girl. She smiled up at the men and Keith found that he was not able to breathe. He wondered what was hidden behind the scarf that she wore from a small circlet on the top of her head and led to the center of her throat. The mystery of the wee lass with the brown eyes intrigued him.

Keith nodded to the girl and Shaw stepped back down from the top and took her arm. M’ Lady. I be Shaw McCormick. I will be honored to be one of yer escorts to yer Godly destination. He smiled shyly as she looked at him in surprise.

Keith coughed to get his brother’s attention and they all stepped into the keep and walked directly to the dais that held the family table.

Everyone sit, please! I have prepared a small meal for us afore we set out. Please introduce yerselves. Timur ordered gently.

I be Irvine Baird. Me da ‘tis the lord here. I am his second heir. Origen ‘tis next in line. He will be here shortly. The lass that that mon is clinging to… he directed all attention to Sheena and Shaw ‘Tis me sister Sheena. Me mum, Elaine, and me Da, Timur.

I am Keith McCormick, laird of McCormick castle in the Highlands. I brought me brothers, Muir and Shaw. Shaw be the mon who isnae releasing the wee lass, Muir is the one with the permanent smile. The other mon ‘tis Theo McCrory, me first.

Now that all the introductions… ahem Elaine spoke but was interrupted by a weak cough. She looked to the side and noted that her eldest daughter was standing very near Keith, with her hand lightly on his shoulder, and that the other daughter was standing very near Muir.

Och, I suspicion we forgot the other daughters. ‘Tis Everild and Cressida Elaine said as she gestured to each of the daughters. Keith nodded politely as he removed the woman’s hand from his shoulder. Muir looked to Cressida and smiled.

Verra nice to meet ye ladies. Muir said; Keith did not speak to the women but he directed his attention back to Sheena and Shaw.

Ye will be letting the lass go at some point, aye, Shaw? he asked.

Shaw looked to his arm as though he did not know he still held Sheena’s hand. He released her hand from his and she pulled her hand away quickly, adjusting her veil so it better hid the burn on her cheek.

Timur clapped and maids and servants came to the table with trenchers full of many light food items. They had fruits and some white cheese and thin breads to place it on. I didnae ken if ye had eaten. We broke our fast nae two hours past, so we willnae be as hungry. Please, do eat yer fill. He told the guests.

The McCormick party ate all they could hold. They were indeed hungry, not having eaten since the night before. We were in a hurry to get here. Didnae have time to snare a rabbit or other game. Thank ye for thinking of us. Keith said as he took a deep swig of ale.

Everild kept staring at Keith as though she had never seen a man before, and Cressida was not to be outdone. She reached under the table and grabbed Muir by the thigh. Muir jumped but did not remove her hand. He did, however, speak. Yer daughters are maun friendly, M’ Lord. He said to Timur who smiled slightly and nodded to his daughter. She removed her hand but looked unabashed.

Tell me, lass. Keith directed his attention toward the now released Sheena. Are ye to become a nun, or are ye paying a penance? he asked.

I am the third daughter, M’ Lord. I go to do God’s work. I have naught to pay penance for. I am a maiden and have done all I can to follow God’s law. She said modestly.

Then why would a bonny lass like ye, with so much life and energy, choose a life with nuns and God? Dinnae ye wish to have bairns? Shaw asked this question.

Och, aye. I would truly wish to have bairns. ‘Tis not me lot in life, howbeit. ‘Tis me duty to be a wife of God. She said, not wishing to discuss her true reason for choosing to join the abbey.

Oh, she ‘tis unsightly. No mon would have her. Everild said to Shaw when Sheena would not answer.

Sheena looked to her fingers then, not wishing to answer any more questions. Thankfully Origen chose that moment to enter the hall, directing attention away from Sheena.

Ah, there ye are. Keith, McCormick, ‘tis me son and heir, Origen. Timur said.

Origen approached the table, nodded to his father, bent over and kissed his mother on the cheek. He continued down the table and gave Shaw McCormick a look that told him he needed to move away from Sheena. Shaw did move and Origen took his seat, leaning toward his sister and kissing her on the forehead. Sheena, McCormick’s, M’ Lord. He said as he tried to greet all at the table.

Again "ahem" came.

Origen ignored his other sisters and began conversing with the visiting lord. Lord McCormick, I heard ye are traveling to Edinburgh in order to speak with the king.

Aye. King James has decided ‘tis time for me to find a bride. He wishes to hear of me progress. Keith answered, prompting Everild to scoot closer to Keith on the bench.

Keith ignored the woman outwardly, but thought about how overbearing and pushy she was. He was so far not impressed.

Sheena saw what her sister was doing and nudged her older brother, nodding toward the other sister.

Everild, I see ye are being demure again. Origen said, promptly causing Everild to seethe, turn red, and move away from Keith all at once. Origen nodded then. ‘Tisnae seemly to thrust yerself on the mon. I ken ye dinnae wish to be seen a spinster, but truth be told, ye are near one. He added insult to injury.

Everild stood at that moment and nodded to Cressida who was reluctant to leave the bonny man she had found for herself. I willnae sit here and be insulted. She huffed and stormed away from the table, her younger sister following behind obediently.

Me apologies, M’ Lord. Elaine said. Ye ken the way of brothers and sisters? she asked.

I only have brothers, M’ Lady, but I ken they can be a handful, too. He nodded, but did not smile. Instead he stole another glance toward Sheena who was sitting quietly beside her older brother. He noted the level of protection that her brothers gave to her, but that they did not seem to show the same protective needs toward the other sisters. He thought that to be noble of the heir and then had to think very hard about what would prompt such protection.

I wonder why Lady Sheena, if she is are such a prize, why is it ye are giving her to the church? Wouldnae she be a prize in clan politics? Keith asked then and Shaw nodded. She seems intelligent, obedient, and charming. And she is a bonny lass.

We wanted her to grow to be a fine woman, wed and have bairns. ‘Tis Sheena’s choice to become a nun. Elaine said this answer. Ye see…

Maman, ‘tisnae important, the reasons, Sheena broke in, silencing her mother. Sheena’s cheeks were turning red above the yellow of the veil.

Me apologies, Lady Sheena. ‘Tis all me fault. I ask too many questions, I suspicion. Keith said in sincerity.

Sheena nodded and felt the need to look away. Her cheeks were still red but now it was not from her mother nearly giving away her secret, but by the way Keith could not take his eyes from her. If I may be excused. I wish to ensure my chamber is in order. She said and stood.

We will see ye in a few moments, love? her father asked. Sheena nodded.

Once Sheena was out of the great hall, Irvine stepped to Keith’s side. Please be kind to Sheena. She is a loving and kind woman and she is naught what she appears here. She is, as ye say, intelligent, and she is maun thoughtful. Me sister is me best friend and I would love to see her happy. He told the much older and larger man. Irvine then leaned forward I dinnae think she is happy this day.

Keith looked at Irvine with a confused look on his face, his eyebrows lifting in question.

Origen nodded his agreement to what he heard Irvine say.

I vow, young laird, I willnae do or say anything that will make yer sister unhappy. I merely asked why a bonny woman so full of obvious life and spirit would wish to hide away in an abbey when there are so many that would love for her to be at their side.

Keith then looked to Timur. Has she been presented to the King?

Nay. She willnae allow it. We tried.

Why does she wear the veil? Did I see a scar beneath it? Was she marked at birth? Keith asked.

Nay, she was hurt in a fire two months past. The scar ‘tis still fresh and I suspicion the air still hurts it some. Elaine said quietly, hoping that her youngest daughter did not come back in and hear her.

Keith was surprised and Shaw gasped. Muir was listening but not really hearing. He was paying attention to the great hall’s accoutrements.

Her bonny face has been scarred then? Shaw asked, feeling very sheepish with his question.

Aye, but I suspicion it will get better with time. She believes herself ruined for a mon. To me she is as bonny as the day she was born. Origen said then.

Keith studied the Baird men. None of them seemed to care one whit about the scars that were on Sheena’s face. That intrigued him more.

He knew she would not be suitable for him, however. She had too much spirit, he wanted a woman who would do as he expected, when he expected, with no trouble. When he thought this his heart seemed to kick him in the chest.

Well, if ye are ready, I suspicion we should be off. It is o’er two days to St. Christus. Muir said, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

Aye, I agree. Irvine said and stood.

Nay, lad, ye arenae going. Timur said.

I willnae see me sister again and I would like to go with ye, da. Irvine told his father and looked to Origen for support.

Nay, little brother. Someone needs stay and watch o’er mum and our other sisters. Origen said but he was frowning, He would like to take his brother so he would have some relief from their cruel sisters.

I suspicion ‘tis fair. Irvine said and lowered his head as he walked from the great hall. Ye will be back in six days, aye? he asked his father.

Timur nodded as he finished the ale that was in his mug. Sorry, I am, son, to make ye stay behind, but I do wish to keep a Baird on the throne in me absence, and we needs Origen’s strong arm.

Aye, Papa. I ken, and I respect yer wishes. Irvine said as he walked out of the great hall.

When the four McCormick men, Timur and Origen were mounted along with Sheena they rode toward the gate. Once they reached it the men heard a woman’s voice calling after them. Everild was riding rapidly on a horse of her own. Papa, I would truly like to help escort Sheena to St. Christus. I wish to bid her a fond farewell, and I would also like to say my prayers there as well. She said sweetly. Plus, I have ne’er been to Edinburgh. I would much enjoy seeing the King’s castle.

I dinnae ken, Everild. I havenae e’er seen ye so interested in travel afore. Timur told his eldest daughter.

She pouted and looked quite put out. But Papa! I have packed me clothes and am already here on me horse. Ye wouldnae needs wait on me. She said.

Well, I dinnae truly see any trouble with ye riding along. Timur said, Origen grimaced and Sheena looked away so her expression of disdain was not noted.

The McCormick men all looked at her with guarded expressions, not wishing to be disrespectful to Lady Everild. Keith shrugged. As long as ye dinnae cause us any delay. He said. Everild smiled widely at Keith, as though she was going along at his invitation.

I thank ye, Lord McCormick. She said, and fluttered her eyelashes as him. Still, Keith did not respond with any words or expression.

Sheena, however, nearly laughed at her sister’s blatant attempt at flirting with the lord.

Everild, I am glad that ye are coming along. Sheena said. We will be ever so close, ye and I. she said and budged up between Everild’s and Keith’s horses. Sheena smiled sweetly at Everild, and Keith looked at her with renewed appreciation.

Shall we, then? Origen asked as they all pointed toward the gate and headed out on their way to St. Christus.

Chapter 2

They rode for only two hours before Everild began complaining about the weather. ‘Tis so cold! she exclaimed.

Everild, ‘tis October. Ye ken ‘tis the time when the winds blow from the north. Timur said.

Aye, Papa, I ken. I was hoping to be warmer, howbeit, as we are riding to the south.

We are still in Scotland, lass. Keith told her abruptly and tossed an extra plaid to her. Wrap this around ye. T’will be warm enough.

Sheena rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. She was dressed in a gown with a cloak over her, just as was Everild, and she felt no discomfort.

Oh. Everild said as she took the plaid. How verra generous of ye, Lord McCormick. She fawned as she leaned over and rested her fingertips on his thigh, glancing toward Sheena to ensure that she saw the gesture. Keith’s muscles twitched in rejection of her touch, and at the same moment his horse felt the signal and pulled to the right, away from the woman’s horse.

Origen rode over nearer to Keith’s right side then and began a conversation that he knew would bore Everild. Lord McCormick, I understand ye are from the Highlands. How are things there? Do all swear fealty to King James?

Oh, nae all, but I do. King James has been verra good to me and me clan. We were under siege just two months past… he looked to Sheena for a moment and then continued and King James sent us reinforcements. Those Campbell men are always looking to fight us for our lands. Greedy buggers. He added. Origen laughed.

Aye, we had our own wee siege two months past as well. I suspicion when the kings changed from James the first to James the second there was a wee bit of unrest. Origen said.

But ye fought well, brother. Sheena added. Ye didnae get a scratch on ye, and ye kept Papa and Irvine safe, as well as our entire castle.

Origen looked abashedly as Sheena spoke so highly of him. Sheena, lass, ye dinnae have to go on so. He said.

Och, Origen, ye ken ‘tis truth. Sheena said.

Nay, lass, ye are the one who helped our wounded in the bailey and responded to all calls for help. Origen told Sheena.

Sheena stopped talking, her cheeks reddened. Everild was looking at her with daggers in her eyes. She thought to make things more difficult for Sheena but it was not working to her benefit. Instead she chose another method. She knew that Sheena was self-conscious of the scars to her face and that she had only brought the clothing on her back. If she could get the men to agree to go to Edinburgh first she could shame Sheena further.

Papa. Mayhap we could go first to Edinburgh and then come back by St. Christus to take Sheena there? Neither of us has seen the king’s court. Everild asked her father.

Keith still showed no expression, nor did his younger brother, Shaw. Muir nodded his agreement of the plan and Theo balked but would do what his lord commanded.

I dinnae ken, Lass. Sheena? What say ye? ‘Tis yer travel we are on. Timur asked.

I suspicion t’would nae be any different if I were there in two days or in four. She said and shrugged.

Lord McCormick? What say ye? Origen asked.

I wouldnae mind getting the king’s business over and done. Keith said and Muir, again, nodded. Shaw also nodded this time. He was excited to go to court, as well. Living in the Highlands limited their travel to the south and Edinburgh. Keith was not very happy with leaving his lands.

Sheena thought to herself I will just stay to the chambers while Lord McCormick tends to his business and Papa and Origen to theirs. I willnae needs show to the court a’ tall.

Thank ye, Papa. Everild said and smiled. Her father nodded and Origen scowled at his sister, once again, trying to figure out her game.

The group stopped after the noon hour to rest their horses and wash up. There was a small stream near their site and the women walked upstream to gain some privacy.

Oh, I will be so happy to see King James’ court! Everild said cheerfully. The women in all the latest fashions, and the colors! We will dance and be merry and have such a grand time! she went on.

Sheena looked disparagingly at her oldest sister. Everild, ye ken I only have the gown I wear. Why did ye request such?

Ye ken ye could have said nay. T’would have been on yer word that we went to St. Christus first.

Aye, but ye ken ye wouldnae have let it up. Och, it doesnae matter. I will stay to the chamber given us. Naught will ken I am even there. Sheena said as she stepped into the water at the edge. Everild would not imagine wetting her feet outside in a wild stream, however. Sister, will ye nae bathe yer feet? she asked her older sister.

I suspicion I will be fine until we get to court. She said and twisted her mouth into a look of disgust.

Sheena nodded and washed her hands and face and then bathed her feet and calves. Out of their view a man watched the two women. He was still trying to determine the worth of both and was finding it easier to decide with each passing moment. Silently, he returned to the rest of the men and took care of his horse.

Origen was caring for his own horse when Sheena and Everild returned from the stream. Some wet tendrils of hair were curling around Sheena’s veil. She walked past Shaw and Muir on her way to care for her own horse. Everild stood at the edge of the horses and looked on, helpless.

I suspicion, lass, ye should tend to yer mount. Timur told his older daughter as he watched Sheena pick up some dry, coarse moss and brush her horse down.

Me? Everild asked shocked.

Aye, lass. Ye. ‘Tis yer choice to be here, ye have brought yer own mount, ‘tis yer responsibility to ensure she doesnae suffer for yer choices. Timur said and Origen silently agreed through a nod.

Keith, Muir, Shaw, and Theo all watched the Baird men try to convince the eldest daughter that she needed to earn her keep. Theo shook his head and Shaw smirked at him as they decided the show was boring and they returned to what they were doing.

Keith managed to maneuver his horse closer to Sheena’s while she had been gone to the stream. Did ye make certain to brush under her belly? he asked.

Oh, nay. I havenae yet, but I will do so, M’ Lord. Sheena said, trying to ignore the heady scent of horse, leather, and wind that was emanating from Keith’s body.

Good girl. He smiled at her and then turned to care for his own horse.

When they had finished with the horses, having led them to the stream to water and leaving them near a thick growth of grasses, they sat down to eat. Keith pulled his saddlebag from his horse and sat near Origen, which put him close to Sheena. Shaw was sitting on her other side, talking to her. Keith felt a very odd pull on his chest, as though it was trying to tell him something, or take him somewhere. He swallowed the feeling down.

Lord McCormick pulled a large loaf of bread from his bag and tore it into half, then he tore each half again and handed his brothers each a chunk. Muir did the same with cheese and Shaw held out a skin full of red wine. They all ate in silence for a while.

Origen, have ye been to court afore? Shaw asked the Baird heir.

Nay. This will be me first time. I am usually left behind to tend to the castle while da goes to court. He wants to be certain I am able to take over when ‘God forbid’ he is gone from us.

Shaw nodded. Aye, ‘tis the way with us, too. We hardly go to court, howbeit. ‘Tis such a far way to travel. Six days from home. He said.

Keith and Muir nodded. Also, little brother, ye are barely nae longer a bairn at ten and eight. I wouldnae subject the courtesans to yer youthful enthusiasm. Muir laughed and Shaw curled his lip. He did not like being the butt of jokes over something he could not control.

I may only be ten and eight, but I stand as tall and as ye, brother. I suspicion I could take ye in a duel. He said, jutting his chin up and his chest out.

Muir laughed again. Brother, ye are braw, to be certain, but I suspicion our lord would like to live another day so ye may wish to swallow yer pride and take back yer challenge.

Aye. I suspicion Keith may be getting on in age, slow, ye ken? Shaw said then and Sheena smiled.

Keith saw her change in attitude and it seemed to brighten up her face. Well, the part that he was able to see. Her left cheek and part of her eye and nose were still hidden by the veil she had chosen.

Papa, how is the court? What goes on there? Sheena asked her father.

‘Tis no place for a good girl, Sheena. Timur said and gave a sideways glance to Everild.

Oh, Papa, ye are so dramatic! Everild said with a flighty glance toward Keith. "Ye ken that all courts have intrigue, ‘tis what makes it so interesting.